A Plethora Of Secrets

There was something beautiful in the melancholic look she tried to hide from everyone but him. He could see through her like he had laser eyes piercing through her eyes – playful and hopeful for all, but sad for him.

He sensed her staring at him wide-eyed knowingly that it could open up a plethora of secrets to him which were safer not being told to anyone, for them and for the world. She was unfathomable thing that could either ruin everything or mend everything. She was powerful, like the shattering world, hiding her suffering from others. She illuminated lives. Miraculous and fragile, both were at the moment and only he could sense it.